[center][b][h2][color=goldenrod]Noëlle Chrysos[/color][/h2]

In the Airship[/b]

[@Crimmy][@Onarax][@Sho Minazuki][/center]

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Noëlle didn't feel as bad about judging Varius once her leader clearly confirmed that the guy wasn't the most enjoyable of people and that she was lucky to catch him on a good day. That wasn't a hue issue, the blonde of the team had already handled a few social baskets in her school life and this guy didn't seem to be particularly bad with all things considered. With the boss' consent, she left her bag where he intended to put it and proceeded to find the pyromaniac of the squad. 

Well not quite, her sight was not captured by the person in question but by the weapon he balanced on his lap like some kind of Shaolin Monk doing some random, crazy exercise. The first thing that came to mind when seeing that massive staff wouldn't be fire lover or crazy destroyer of the team but rather [i]compensation[/i] jokes around his need to have such a big tool. She didn't find it bizarre, as ridiculous weapons were a common sight among hunters these days, but it still came as a surprise that he didn't at least have it in a more compact form to move around. Or maybe he was just showing off. A pyromaniac showing off what he's packing, seemed to fit the bill. But as she got to study his frame a little more, the absurdity that was Taidan became a lot less clear than what she had envisioned. 

His clothes seemed negligible given his notoriety and the general diversity among Hunters in Remnant, but it was his face that made Noëlle question her thoughts on him. Okay, he had a gas mask, that screamed psycho killer more than anything, but otherwise he seemed relatively normal, heck he was handsome. An eerie Ted Bundy feel came in mind, perhaps he was one of those charismatic psychopaths. Then again he'd likely be kicked out of school if psychological tests were to determine that. The positive presence he had, especially when greeting the newcomer, did make Noëlle feel a bit better. So in total, with every contradicting idea and impressions she was giving him as well as his almost effeminate appearance, only one term could clearly define this kind of living enigma. 

[color=goldenrod][i]Definitely gay. Or he's a troll.[/i][/color]

All definitions of the term applied to this young man, and she didn't feel bad for thinking it. It wasn't like she was going to go around and call him random things from the get go. Instead, she'd very lazily squat down under the massive staff's shaft so she could grab a seat next to the ray of sunshine of the team. There was something inviting about him once she got through the serial killer prejudice. 

"[color=goldenrod]Hey there Taidan. Guess you already know my name so ... Yeah. Wait, have we met before?[/color]" 

The inquiry was definitely strange as she had likely never met him before, but his features and body language reminded her of something she had seen more than once. Chances are pictures of his particularly magnetizing appearance circulated in various internet media she'd spend most of her hours on. But because she wasn't actually a massive fan of such trends, she didn't really know if her hunch was true or not, maybe he just looked like one of those pretty boys young girls these days get all fuzzy about. 

Then came the leader, fully equipped with what seemed to be his weapons. She appeared to be the only one without some flashy tool in plain sight. Not that it mattered, carrying such big stuff would only add more weight to her attire and thus make hunting a whole lot more of a pain than it should be. On his order, the airship would take off. Noëlle's lethargic composure would cause her to go complete rag doll during the initial takeoff, after all it wasn't the softest moment of the flight. Her body would collide with Taidan's, quite unfortunately knocking off his gas mask in the process. 

"[color=goldenrod]Ugh shit, sorry.[/color]" 

After going through one air flight, she wasn't in her best. She looked left and right after regaining her composure to see if the mask had fallen somewhere nearby or perhaps Taidan's strange ninja skills from beyond had saved the day here. At least he didn't get a bunch of milkshake all over his pants and crotch. 

"[color=goldenrod]Can't say I'm a fan of these ships. Oh hey, want one of these? I mean after this awkward stuff, I guess my only choice now is to buy myself into the group, right?[/color]" 

She jokingly claimed as she took out a few bars of chocolate from her skirt's pocket. Most were flat and evidently not that big since they all fit in her pocket, but they were reputable treats from Haven that were always a delight to have once in a while. She also waved at Kiran, offering him the same deal as she took a sip from her shake kept safely on her other hand. If Varius wanted some, he could come right ahead, she wasn't going to discriminate him on the grounds that he was a confirmed asshole by his leader.